In South Kerry from a narrow mountain road
That hung above the farmsteads by the sea
I saw a cattle run and heard the cuckoo call:
A sudden motion towards the surging ocean
And a voice saying it's summer time again.
There were roadworks at Coomakista Pass
Making wide the wayward route to Waterville:
Giant kango hammers cracking roadside rock
At Cahirdaniel; machines to move mountains.
In the Golden Cove behind the Sneem Hotel
Six strong oarsmen dipped their oars as one,
Striking the evening silence with an even beat;
As slowly a lonesome swan took centre stage,
Cruising at a steady pace on waters of ebony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This type of observational poetry is my favorite... you strike all the right chords... Mike